"Kurt, grab my hand," Elizabeth said, as she always would, "It's time to cross the street."
This was a difficult time for her. "The street" referred to had not been an average road, but the lane that the accident occurred. The mishap of a Walgreens delivery van and it's somehow intoxicated driver happened to result in the horrible injury of her seven year old son. The injury pertaining blunt trauma was unable to be compensated, while she'd watched a year's worth of horror as her son slowly grew mentally disabled. Three years later today, with Kurt being about ten years old, it'd remained a hard subject, such a mess that she no longer could think of it.
Now she focused on safely returning he and herself home on foot, due to the lack of car ownership of which would be bad memories just outside the window.
"Kurt," she repeated, and wasn't afraid to many times. "Kurt, sweetie, give me your hand." It was a struggle with his short attention span and even low coordination. But somehow she always managed to keep him together, and today was simple when she prevented him from wandering off as she checked her bronchitis prescription. Hopefully she could get his hand and hurry along.
"Piggy back!" he about screamed before she found him leaping up onto her, grasping her shoulder and squirming joyfully.
"Geez, Kurt!" she laughed, helping him and positioning him before grabbing his outward feet and preparing to go. "How much sugar is Auntie Milly giving you when I'm not around?"
"No tells!"
Elizabeth rolled her bright marine blue eyes and headed home. She loved her little boy. Though he was no longer young in age or small in size, he would always be with her no matter what and so be considered her little boy at heart.
He was so precious and naive. If any harm were to be done, it was out of soiled intentions of his. The tiny mistakes he'd made that happened to be deliberate were not evilly genius in any way, but instead cute and not-knowing-better behavior.
They reached the area about now. Reflecting on Kurt's magnificence, the arrival to the air-conditioned and fresh home didn't even impact her.
"Home?!" he shouted, wiggling around. "No! No!" He'd apparently been enjoying her grasp and was a little mad to know he'd have to let go.
She swayed with her bundle of fuss on her back. "Yes, sorry Kurt." To be honest, it had been nice to carry him, simultaneously being a slight hassle nonetheless with the extra hundred or so pounds. Although the effort, she decided to saunter slowly for him to favor this longer - after all, the bitter of his own life would be paid off by things like this.
"Mammy," he said very quietly, "potty." So quietly, she hadn't heard him.